Transfixed, swirling in the breeze..

..of time, of thought.

Below past.

Above out of reach.

Time ticks, air restricts.

No steps back.

No leaps forward.

Stay current. Stay present.

In the winds that blow.

Like branches bent from pressure, leaves certainly fall.

Winter looms, still I am here, in the present…

..unable to move. Not sure if I want to.